I am tribune, and I imagine I ought not to be out of the city over night,[110] but before daybreak to-morrow I will take Antonius and Sallustius and Quintus Cassius; and perhaps I can get Balbus and our other associates to go.

We will arm a few slaves and freedmen; and it will be strange indeed if we cannot scatter to the four winds Dumnorix's gladiators, before they have accomplished any mischief." [110] This was the law, that the tribunes might always be ready to render help (_auxilium_) to the distressed.
"The gods reward you!" said Fabia, simply.

"I will go back to the Temple, and pray that my nephew be kept from harm; and you also, and your friends who will defend him." Curio stood in the atrium a long time after the Vestal had left.
"The gods reward you!" he repeated.

"So _she_ believes in the gods, that there are gods, and that they care for us struggling men.

Ah! Caius, Caius Curio; if the mob had murdered you that day you protected Caesar after he spoke in the Senate in favour of the Catilinarians, where would you be to-day?
Whence have you come?
Whither do you go?
What assurance have you that you can depend on anything, but your own hand and keen wits?
What is to become of you, if you are knocked on the head in that adventure to-morrow?
And yet that woman believes there are gods! What educated man is there that does?
Perhaps we would, if we led the simple lives our fathers did, and that woman lives.